"Don't," I barely managed to speak. I had always assumed when someone had a gun to their throat, they would feel paranoid, alone, anxious. Instead, I felt the urge to keep Peter safe. It was selfish of me, in a sense, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if Peter died in my place.
I hadn't taken a moment to realize he couldn't live with himself if I died in his place.
"___, you're gonna be okay," he moved to take a step forward, but stopped himself. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was overthinking every possible next step.
"Yeah," I smiled tiredly, "You will be too."
Peter didn't take another moment to process what I had said. He whipped a string of webbing at the gun and yanked it from the man beside me.
"I warned ya' kid."
A bullet- more distant than the gun now lying at Peter's feet- rang out.
Pain seared in my spine. I dropped to the floor. My white shirt stained red as the men ran. Peter didn't bother to follow, rather running to kneel beside me. I tried to catch my breath as the pain got worse. He pulled me towards him and pulled off his mask.
"Hey," he looked down at me with puffy and bloodshot eyes, forcing himself to smile, "Hey, I'm gonna get help, alright?"
"Peter, listen to me," I put a hand on his cheek, "If I don't make it-"
"No-" he cut me off before I could finish, "Karen, call Mr. Stark. And- and an ambulance."
Emergency assistance is on its way. Calling Mr. Stark.
"Peter," I smiled at him in attempt to hide my fear, "Promise me you'll be okay."
"No, that- that was supposed to be my bullet, ___. You're not dying- you can't- "
I cut him off by placing my lips on his. His arms supported me as I closed my eyes and let out a breath.
The world faded with the sound of distant sirens.
You can decide how it ends- death or just passed out- let it flow with your mood lol. Hope you enjoyed :)
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FanfictionOh my gosh, I wrote most of this when I was eleven, so it's kinda being revised? I'm trying to fix it, so just bare with me lol.
